Page 30 of Teach Me

“Cameron.” He flinched at his name, or maybe it was the touch to his shoulder. The fabric of his shirt was soft, and I wanted to linger, to caress it. I let my hand fall away as he turned to face me and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“It’s funny. You know what I fantasize about most?” He let out a sardonic huff. “What it’s like to kiss you. I’ve seen, touched, and tasted parts of you in this super-intimate way, but not your…” He shook his head. “Not your lips. It’s stupid, but it’s this big open-ended question my brain keeps snagging on, spinning around and around. Maybe we don’t kiss the same. Ridiculous, I know. Who even thinks about kissing most of the time? Maybe it wouldn’t even be go?—”

The taste of him exploded in my mouth as my lips crashed against his, the sentence I hadn’t wanted to let him finish spilling onto my tongue as a sigh. He clutched my shirt, anchoring me to him as his lips moved over mine.

“We can’t?—”

“I just?—”

Syllables collided and broke apart, but somehow, I got the gist that we were moving, steered by the pull of Cameron’s grip on my shirt, until my back slammed into a wall and I finally tore myself fully away. I became aware enough of my surroundings to realize we’d moved off the sidewalk, beyond the yellowy pools of light cast by the lamps lining the walk, and were behind what seemed to be a utility building bordered by a stand of bushy evergreens.

“Of course you’re a fucking great kisser,” Cameron breathed, echoing my exact thoughts before sealing his mouth to mine again.

I steered him around so that his back was against the wall, our breaths coming heavy as the kiss deepened and our hands roamed each other. Chest, shoulders, ass. Without a wall between us, touching Cameron was an entirely different experience. A dangerously satisfying one. My knuckles brushed over the stiffness of the erection bulging behind the fly of his jeans, eliciting a wanton groan from him that made me splay my fingers and grip him so tight he gasped. I wasn’t sure I’dever wanted someone or something so much in my life. He was so hard and throbbing against my hand that I couldn’t resist a few teasing strokes. With a growl, Cameron pulled away and fumbled with the button of his fly, my own hands trembling with nerves and the force of my desire as I helped him. It was too dark in our secluded spot to see anything in great detail, but the sensations were enough: the sound of our staggered breaths, my heart hammering in my ears as he peeled down his zipper and I wrapped my hand around his naked cock. “Oh god,” I groaned, my voice barely audible as the reality of what I was doing sank in.

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“Oh shit.” I groaned at Professor Lusk’s strong grip, my eyes falling shut as I lost myself in his touch. God, I’d wanted this so badly for weeks, hadn’t been able to stop fantasizing about what it’d be like without a wall separating us and knowing damn well that the biggest barrier keeping us apart wasn’t anything I could touch.

“Wanna touch you, too,” I rasped before tugging at the waistband of his pants, fingers scrabbling until they found purchase and unzipped him. The air between us was charged with tension, and I could feel the heat of his body against my fingertips as I tugged his pants down far enough to reveal his hard dick, so familiar and yet not. The hot flesh pulsed beneath my touch, a testament to the desire that had been smoldering between us for weeks.

Professor Lusk groaned softly. Though he didn’t resist my touch, I could see the jumble of emotions play across his face, even in the weak light. Desire. Fear. Maybe even regret. But his eyes were pure hunger, drowning in the euphoric high of finally letting go of our inhibitions as I began to stroke him.

The muscles in his jaw tensed, and then his mouth slammed against mine. He let go of my cock and gripped my waist, a smooth undulation of his hips sending waves of pleasure racing up my spine when his shaft rubbed the length of mine.

We kissed like gluttons, our tongues intertwining as if trying to capture every last drop of passion and hunger between us, a counterpoint to the sensual, serpentine roll of his hips against me. Every little movement was a jolt of electricity that pooled in my groin and gathered momentum.

I shoved my hands beneath his shirt, fingers digging into his flesh and the firm muscle beneath that glided with his movements.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking hot,” I whispered, and he let out a ragged moan into my mouth that seemed to reflect back the sentiment. His hands delved behind my jeans to grip my bare ass roughly.

Another curse broke free from my lips when he let go and planted a palm to my chest, pushing me away enough to meet my eyes.

“You want this, yes?” His voice was hoarse with the same need for release that was pummeling me.

“Yes, fuck yes. Don’t stop. I—” I trailed off, struggling to form a coherent sentence as his gaze locked onto mine, the lust burning within it hypnotic. “I don’t want to stop,” I barely finished, my brain fried by desire and what felt like a thousand tiny earthquakes sending warning tremors through my limbs.

He reached down and, with one swift motion, pushed my pants lower on my thighs, my stiff cock bobbing in the air.

I ducked my head, burying my face in his neck to inhale the faint spice of his aftershave. I tasted salt on his skin, then clamped my teeth down as he started moving against me.

He slid a hand between us and gripped us both, our combined precum making his fist slick. My cock twitched, hardand aching, and I gritted out a cry of pleasure at the increased friction. He kept a steady pace, head drooping forward so that I could feel every quiet hitch of his breath spill against my neck.

“So fucking sexy,” he whispered. “So fucking good.” The praise rolled through me, a dizzying, intangible kind of gratification I’d not experienced. I was almost certain no one I’d hooked up with before had ever spoken to me this way, so tender and confident at once.

The need inside me rose to fever pitch, making my breath catch in my throat and come out as a low, feral growl. My awareness of our surroundings faded into a background blur as we moved together, sweaty and shuddering. His grip around us tightened, fingers slick with precum and saliva. The heat pooling between us made everything else insignificant. I knew only the taste of him on my tongue and the warmth of his body enveloping me completely, while tingles of pleasure raced through my body and catapulted me toward the edge of coherence.

“Cameron.” His lips brushed my neck, the syllables a guttural, primitive sound, thick with arousal. He was going to come. I could hear it in his tone, feel it in the way his thrusts grew more chaotic, and that alone was enough to send me careening over the edge.

“Oh fuck.” I bucked wildly against him, like my body had detached from my brain and gone fully feral. I rutted into his hand, chasing the heat and wetness of his grip. Jesus, if this was what frotting felt like with him, I couldn’t even begin to imagine fucking him.

A second before my orgasm exploded out of me in thick spurts, Professor Lusk shoved my shirt up so that the hot splashes landed on my bare skin.

He bit out a curse, and the heat on my abdomen spread as his seed joined mine.

Despite the nip in the air, we were both damp with sweat, Professor Lusk leaning heavily against me as we caught our breath. The weight of him felt satisfying, but it was short-lived. A handful of seconds later, he straightened, belt buckle clinking as he tucked himself away. I glanced down at the mess on my stomach.